Translations
All his days are filled with grief and pain, and his every task brings vexation—even at night his heart cannot rest. This too is vapor.
For all his days are pain, and his work is vexation; even in the night his heart does not lie down. This too is vapour.
For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
Indeed, all his days are filled with grief, and his task is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

